Night Elves in Trouble 7.

As Anduin marched on Orath's throne room in Stormwind, flanked by a legion of Deathguards and twice as many reborn Night Elf troops under the command of Night Whore Tyrande, he thought about what had been required to bring about his rebellion. Teldrassil had been reclaimed as the cradle of a kal'dorei rebirth, as planned, but getting Tyrande to transform using the ancient Night Whore ritual had been more difficult than anticipated. He had taken Tyrande, Shandris and Maiev to the coruscating pool without knowing precisely how to trigger Elune's blessing, knowing his success would be marked by the blackening of the moon in the sky in an eclipse-like darkness. However, when the time came, nothing happened. He simply stood in the Cumwell with all three night elf women moaning brainlessly and licking all over his body like stupid whores.

"Mmm, I want to fuck!" Tyrande begged, licking up the side of his neck. Meanwhile, Shandris was unbuttoning his britches and Maiev unfastening his armor. They were already getting on his nerves as he tried to collect his thoughts; Maiev saying in her gravelly voice that she was used to horse cocks so he could fist her all the way to her womb, Shandris telling him that if he didn't fancy her she would love to show him some cute night elf slave boys and girls who would love an adult-sized human cock tearing up their underdeveloped holes.

"Hold on," Anduin said. "Hold on- the ritual, to save your people… we have to-"

But of course they wouldn't listen. Tyrande jammed her tongue into his ear as his armor pieces and clothes were removed and discarded, he soon found himself standing nude, kingly and muscular in the starlit temple. A massive hole in the ceiling, remnant of the Kil'kron occupation, revealed the skies above.

"Remember, you said Elune will bless them in their most desperate moment!" Chromie cried out, calling out from the temple's wall. She also seemed to be enjoying an eyeful of the boy king's sizeable cock as it bobbed, half-hard, in the grasp of his night elf harem. "You gotta make things desperate!"

"Yes, but I thought Elune would sense that the desperate hour is nigh, and- agh!" Anduin lurched forward as Tyrande knelt behind him, squatting to show her big, round bubble butt and thick thighs, and spread his ass-cheeks, driving her tongue into his asshole and deep into his bowels. "T-Tyrande, you fucking… if you'd just wait one fucking moment-" He was still looking behind himself, like a man suddenly snakebit, when Shandris' mouth engulfed his prick and took it all the way to the root in a lewd deep-throat. Anduin hissed and bit down on his lip. Tyrande was giving his ass a deep rimjob and the purple-haired Shandris, who in many ways was akin to Tyrande's adopted daughter, was choking herself on his cock! Maiev completed the trifecta by licking and sucking on his balls, and he found himself closing in on orgasm with unexpected speed.

"You… fucking bitches!" he moaned. "I'm trying to… help save your… race and-"

"That's it, get mad at them!" Chromie called out, her high voice cutting through the din. "Tyrande has to be in trouble or it's not going to work!"

"Perhaps throttling her would achieve your goal," Nathanos commented. He had no physical stake in the proceedings, being loyal only to Sylvanas, but when it came to causing distress to living bodies he was well-versed. Standing beside (and towering above him), Baine Bloodhoof nodded sagely.

"Yes. I sense this won't work unless you equal or surpass the brutality of the Kil'kron orcs who subjugated them in the first place," said the Tauren.

"Nnnngh! I love eating your fucking asshole," Tyrande moaned, her hot breath spraying over his rim. "It tastes so good! I'll lick your ass as much as you want!" She sounded utterly enraptured with his anus, and Anduin felt his stomach churn. Tyrande had always been like something of a wise mother; even as a child his memories of her had been or a larger-than-life female presence. To see her fall so low and act like such a whore filled him with rage and disgust - and it was a familiar feeling. Ever since the journey had started, even before, back when he had first found Tyrande after the fall of Teldrassil, her state had both stoked his libido and made him feel toward her hostile and unfamiliar emotions, with a physical reaction to match.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking cum dump!" Anduin growled, and Tyrande moaned at being verbally abused. Despite being a rape toilet for orcs and hybrid warriors for a thousand years, she was every bit as beautiful and thick in breast and thigh as ever, her green hair flowing in a wild mane behind her as she felched and sucked at his asshole.

"I want you to fist me until my womb falls out!" said Maiev in her gravelly voice. "You can fuck my prolapsed womb as much as you want! You and your mount! I want your first in my ass up to your elbow!" Anduin grimaced again and tried to shove her mouth off of his balls, but she just came back immediately.

"Or maybe you want to do something really naughty," Shandris moaned, pulling his hardening cock from her throat. "You can sit on your throne and I'll bring you dozens and dozens of kal'dorei girls and boys to fuck with your big human cock!" She purred with pleasure as she seemed to imagine it. "Ooh, I can just imagine you stretching out their little pussies and assholes-"

"Shandris you… fucked-out… pimp!" Anduin moaned, and grabbed her by the hair, tossing her away into the shallow cum pool. Her bountiful body, festooned with piercings and degrading tattoos, splashed down and jiggled. "You make me sick!" Yet his cock was rock hard at her offer, and that made him all the more angry, for the depths these night elf females were dragging him down to! "You cocksucking pieces of shit!" he cried, and shoved both Shandris and Maiev down into the coruscating, swirling, ankle-deep cum. Both sperm-splattered night elves sprawled out, their gorgeous, big-titted, thick-assed, muscled bodies glistening, and then moaned as they looked back over their shoulders and twerked for him, sending splatters of sperm through the air that glistened in the glow of the moon.

Both Shandris and Maiev had pussies that positively jangled with thick labial rings, adding more sound to the debaucheries as they moaned and begged Anduin to plow their fucked-out cunts. His clothing removed by and with Tyrande now clinging to his side, Anduin felt something like despair wash over him. The three night elf women were such worthless whores that it was sapping his will to engage with them. He thought back to how he had performed before with Tyrande, in front of so many other people… he hadn't conjured the will to do so by himself. There had been someone egging him on. Jaina. Jaina had facilitated his mistreatment of Tyrande at every turn, and in his desire to please her, he'd gone above and beyond his own short limits of sadism.

As Tyrande burrowed her tongue into his ear and moaned about how she wanted him to fuck her brains out, Anduin closed his eyes and tried to imagine Jaina face. Jaina, who he'd admired and lusted after since he was a boy, walking through Stormwind Keep with her big, pale ass jiggling and her round breasts wobbling, whispering in her ear that if he stayed in line with her ideas on how to the Alliance should proceed, she would come to his sleeping chambers later that night and let him use his cock to fuck her ass. Jaina, who after the bombing of Theramore had never seemed quite the same, who seemed to revel in the debauchery and defilement of non-human women, who had fallen into Orath's clutches as a result of her own hubris.

Though she was his enemy, Anduin thought intently of Jaina, and of how she had encouraged him to defile both Tyrande and Sylvanas, whispering in his ear that night elves were pieces of shit anyway, just whores to be raped, breeding an Alliance army was the only proper task they could still perform. He remembered those words and felt his cock throbbing in a way that Tyrande's attentions couldn't bring about, despite the green-haired matron's surpassing beauty. More than that, it was Anduin's mind that responded to his memories of Jaina's words about the night elves. He looked down and saw Maiev and Shandris twerking and bouncing their bubble butts like whores, wallowing in cum, begging for human dick, their eyes (lacking pupils, like all night elves) seeming barren and glossy and blank. A thousand years of rape had only seemed to make their asses more fuckable.

Do it, Anduin, Jaina's voice seemed to say in his mind. Night elves are nothing but rape trash. They get off on being beaten and raped all day, every day. Their entire race has been reduced to nothing but women who are prostitutes and whores and males with tiny, inferior dicks. Rape them, Anduin. Brutalize Tyrande so her body never forgets the power of human dick! It'll make me so wet if you do that. It'll make we so horny, I'll let you fuck my ass and then I'll suck your dick clean right after!

A glow of power began to surround Anduin and his large, sturdy human cock jutted out fiercely, surrounded by that same corona, as a cry rose to Anduin's voice. "You… worthless fuckholes!" he cried. He reached out and grabbed Tyrande by the throat, a great power seeming to thrum in his arm. In order to bring about the intervention of Elune and the powers of the Night Whore, he would have to bring Tyrande to her greatest sexual extremity - more dire than the orcs who had occupied her lands, more than the Alliance forces who had bred her, more than the hybrids who had used her as a fucktoy after that!

His hand drew back and he slapped Tyrande across the face. Then again. Then again. He slapped the absolute piss out of Tyrande, once the noblest and most ancient of authority figures, the matriarch of her race. Each slap seemed to grow in strength, and so did Tyrande's moans as he paintbrushed her face back and forth. "You like getting beaten like a fucking whore!" Anduin growled, continuing the punishment. "You're a piece of cock-sucking shit, Tyrande!" It felt invigorating to rattle her skull like the she was a hooker worth two copper pieces, and her moans of lust at this treatment only made him harder. While he throttled her with one hand and thrust with the other, he lifted his boot out of the cum-sloshing mess and jammed the toe into Maiev's loose, prolapsed pussy. She instantly arched her back and pressed back against this obscene penetration, squirting heavily down into the pool.

Shandris, seeing that his cock was free, made her move and knee-walked front and center, unhinging her jaw and sliding the whole thing down her throat. Anduin reached down and grabbed a handful of her purple hair, ramming her throat roughly, establishing a rhythm as he would drag her skull up and down his fat dick until she gagged and drooled, then bring it up to light up Tyrande with another brutal slap before returning to choke-fuck Shandris some more. Anduin took Tyrande by her mane of green hair as well and pulled it back, making her moan and gasp into the night air. He spread her eye thumb and forefinger and spat heavily directly into first her left eye, then her right. She moaned with pleasure as his human spit bubbled and sizzled directly on her eyeballs… going knock-kneed as she seemed to orgasm from the mistreatment… and Anduin growled at this further display of whorishness and reared back with his gauntleted hand.

CRUNCH!

He punched Tyrande directly in the face, dropping her flat, with her regal nose bent crooked and her legs twitching.

"Yeshhhh, fuck me uuuuuuuuup!" she slurred, her bent septum making her words sound distorted. "Beat the shit out of me!" Anduin shook Miaev's cunt off of his foot, booting her forward into the cum, and shoved a suffocating Shandris to the side as well. She vomited out a stream of cum and throat slime and slumped over, but Anduin paid her no mind. He grabbed Tyrande by the hair, dragging her face-down through the cum and slumping her over the edge of the well, his face grimacing and sadistic as she gurgled and twitched. With her slumped over the edge, her amazing bubble ass curved out in two perfect, greyish-purple spheres of flesh - the finest ass, many judged, in all of Azeroth. Between those two cum-soaked lumps of assmeat we pussy as absolutely soaked, the labia engorged and ready to accept cock, her asshole twitching.

Anduin did not stabbed into her pussy, aiming his meat first left and then right to abrade and punish her pussy as much as possible, finding her birthing-loosened cervix and defeating it with his throbbing cocktip with ease, pummeling into her womb. He began thrusting in a way that was designed to bang his cocktip into as many sensitive places as possible, mashing and rearranging her insides as best he could, tenderizing her most intimate places and making them his own. "Yeah, get raped like a stupid whore, you fucking cunt!" Anduin seethed, rearing back his fist and rattling the back of Tyrande's skull with a brutal donkey punch. Bonk! Crack! Bonk! The repeated sounds of his fist thudding her braincase made everyone watching wince, Tyrande only moaned and gurgled with spastic ecstasy as she was taken to the limits of what her body could endure - and beyond. Anduin, the mild-mannered boy king, was beating and raping her like she was nothing more than a worthless toilet - and doing so in front of her assembled people and the anti-Orath coalition of rebel forces!

"Wow, he's really whappin' her!" Chromie marveled, putting a hand over her mouth. "But she seems to be likin' it for some reason!"

"It doesn't matter if she likes it," Baine said, gravely. "Her body may give out before the ritual is complete. Something has driven King Anduin to a fury that matches that of his father, Varian - a respected warrior among our people."

"It sounds like her brains are gettin' scrambled!" Chromie replied, but she seemed unable to look away.

Shandris crawled up and started rubbing Anduin's powerful thigh as he carved his fat, long cock into Tyrande's pussy, Maiev did the same on the other side. "That's it, get your tongue up my ass, Shandris!" Anduin sneered. "Eat my fucking shit! It's all you worthless night elf whores are good for. And once you're done cleaning out my ass I'll piss right in your whore face and burn those blank white eyeballs right out of your fucking skull! You like watching me rape this old bitch? You like watching me fuck a woman who adopted you and might as well be your mother?"

"Oh, yes!" Shandris moaned. "Rape that stupid whore while I lick your asshole!"

"And you, Maiev!" Anduin went on, still thrusting, still punching Tyrande in the head. "You horse-raped cunt. You dog-fucking piece of shit! I'm going to use your blown-out fuckhole as a jerk-off sleeve every night, what do you think of that? And once I'm done spewing into your tattered dick sleeve pussy I'll let my fucking horse have a turn. You can suck his horse's balls and lick his ass too, you fucking piece of shit. I know you'll love it! You're not any good for breeding, are you? Your womb is so fucked up and horse-raped any kids you have will be born fucking retarded, won't they? Even Orath's troops realized that!"

"Mmm, yessss!" Maiev seethed, in her usual ear-destroying gravel voice. "Jerk off with my fucked out pusssy!"

Anduin continued to verbally abuse the sluts as he thrusted, but then turned all his attention to Tyrande. Onlookers lost count of the number of blows he'd delivered to her head, she was dripping a thin stream of blood out of her bose and drooling spit and cum over the edge of the Cumwell while Anduin pounded her pussy, bouncing his pelvis off those big, night-elf butt cheeks that were the envy of so many. Whap whap whap whap whap whap!

"You're the worst of all!" Anduin hissed at her. "It's thanks to this worthless fucking cumdump womb of yours we're in this mess! How many fucking hybrids did you drop out of your baby factory, you piece of shit? How many of Orath's soldiers? How many dickless night elf eunuch faggots slithered out of your orc-raped snatch during the occupation? If we had sewn your cum-dewer pussy shut before all this started we would have saved yourself a lot of trouble, you fucksow! Fucking pig whore!" He rattled her skull with another mighty punch, then continued his diatribe.

"Well, those days are done!" said the boy king. "From now on the only thing you're going to be having are fucking abortions! I'm going to rape the shit out of you every day and if you happen to get pregnant I'll take care of that worthless cunt-rat with my big fucking dick!"

"Nnnngh, yeshhhsh!" Tyrande gurgled, barely sounding like herself. "I want to have your fucking abortion…"

"Of course, I should have known!" Anduin roared, and he spun Tyrande around so the small of her back was pressed against the side of the well, lifted her hips, and began to saw into her pussy again. "I should have known! You piece of shit, Tyrande, you're such a fucking cock pig, you raped, stupid birthing bitch, I'll show you. I'll fucking show you all you're good for!"

He had intended to go to the precipice and no further. Yet the extent of Tyrande's sluttiness and cock-lust made Anduin's stomach turn, and caught up in the moment, he brought his hands to her throat and wrapped them around, beginning to choke her, completely cutting of her oxygen, wringing her neck and ragdolling her as his thrusts picked up and he started to cum.

"That looks… it seems… surely he doesn't really intend to-" Baine stammered.

"He's doing what he has to do!" Chromie assessed. "It's the only way to complete the ritual and bring Tyrande to the edge.

But it certainly looked like Anduin was without restraint. His thumbs were digging into her neck and it looked like that slender connective place between her shoulders and jaw was being utterly throttled to lifelessness. Tyrande's limbs flopped like a just-caught Mithril Head Trout as Anduin hilted himself, squeezing her lifeless and pumpeding his load deep into her womb, grunting with each thick, heavy rope hosing down her insides. Shandris and Maiev, not caring at all about Tyrande's distress and turned on at all the abuse, rubbed and caressed his buttocks and thighs, stealing licks at his asshole and balls where they could.

"He's killing her!" Baine cried, and only Blightcaller and Chromie together (the latter using a suddenly-conjured hand of sand) could restrain him from interfering.

"Yes," Blightcaller said, and his mouth curved up into a smile. He was veteren in every form of abuse, having needled hundreds of adventurers over the years, as Sylvanas' consort he'd seen every form of sadism. "But he has to be willing to do that, if the ritual is to succeed."

"Back when the Infinite Dragonflight was messing up the timelines before, the orcs didn't want to kill her!" Chromie explained, chipperly. "They just wanted to keep giving her the business! But now, Anduin is just so gosh-darn mad and disgusted he's lost it!"

The three continued to watch. Anduin's teeth were clenched, his straw-colored hair was pulling loose from his tidy ponytail and flying around his face, making him look wild. Every one of his muscles was taut as he tore into Tyrande's sopping, inviting slit, thrusting even while cumming, creaming her womb with his thick seed. His hands ached from how hard he was squeezing her throat but he no longer cared. Tyrande's whorishness, and the sluttiness of Shandris, Maiev and all night elves, had pushed him over the edge. He would rather see them dead than turning tricks and sucking dick in Teldrassil for all time.

Tyrande's limbs had gone limp and her tongue was lolling down the cheek of her busted-up face. The only movement from her body was Anduin thrusting his cock up into her pussy and lifting her pelvis with the sheer force of his rape. The only sound that came from her body was the wet schloorp noise of dick invading her sperm-packed pussy. She didn't move for fifteen seconds, then thirty. Still Anduin didn't stop choking the shit out of her. "Fuck you, you stupid whore," he wheezed. "I'll throttle you and then fucking piss on your slut face!" And his expression seemed to indicate he would do it.

A minute passed. Tyrande was not moving. Baine and Chromie looked at each other doubtfully… but then Chromie's eyes widened and she pointed up to the sky.

"Ah!" she peeped. "Look!"

There was something happening. Through the gaping hole in the temple roof, all could see that the two moons of Azeroth - the Blue Child and the White Lady - so often associated with the magic of Elune, seemed to be aligning, forming an eclipse-like effect. All of a sudden, it appeared as if a single deep blue, nearly-black moon was in the sky… and the moonlight itself seemed more like shadow!

Anduin, breathing hard, finally released his grip on Tyrande, coming back to his senses to see the destruction he had wrought. She certainly looked dead; her nose was broken from his beating and a huge creampie was sliding out of her well-fucked pussy. He looked at his hands with distress - the hands he had used to throttle and abuse the leader of the night elves. "What have I done?" he whispered to himself, and in his mind's eye he saw Jaina's face, thrown back, and laughing. In order to defeat Orath and restore Azeroth, had he become more of a monster than even Orath himself?

As he asked his question, a beam of dark energy seemed to come down from the sky and into Tyrande's body. Her chest heaved upward (causing her huge breasts to jiggle) and she began to levitate into the air, totally naked, her buttocks and tits bulging, her green hair blowing wildly. As she floated chest-height in front of Anduin he saw her blank white eyes fill up with blackness. A huge amount of energy was in the air around the Cumwell, enough to make every prick - even those of the captured night elf eunuchs - stand at attention.

There was a meaty filling sound as Tyrande's breasts seemed to double in size, forming an absolutely massive pair of milk jugs… and her buttocks, already enormously round, expanded on the lower side to match. Anduin's cock throbbed in spite of his recent orgasm, just looking at all that hanging, glistening, wobbling, clapping ass meat! Even more importantly, Tyrande wasn't dead - she uttered a howling cry as he body seemed to go into convulsions in mid-air. Then, a nightsilk bikini wrapped her breasts and a dark thong appeared over her pussy and in the crack between her huge ass-globes, materializing out of nowhere. Finally, a pair of glistening, ornate daggers appeared in her hands.

Only then did she seem to rejoin gravity and collapse down onto the edge of the Cumwell.

For a moment, all was silent. Tyrande's enlarged chest was rising and falling, her head was slumped forward and her hair was obscuring her face.

"Tyrande?" Anduin said, gently. He was dreading the response. And now she'll open her eyes and say I'm a stupid whore, I want dick, he lamented. Or I want to shove my tongue up your ass. Or I love getting raped and I want to drink all of your piss. And it will all have been for nothing.

But Tyrande shot out a hand, cat quick, and shoved him so hard he nearly stumbled backward into the Cumwell. She cleared her hair from her face and Anduin saw that he eyes were black and her expression predatory. The damage to her features from his punch had been totally repaired and she looked as beautiful as ever - perhaps even moreso. Her eyes seemed to take stock of his form, head to toe, and then looked back directly at his face, addressing him.

"You call that a dick, you faggot?" Tyrande hissed at Anduin.

She rose from her sitting position with lean muscles that no longer seemed cock-drunk and uncertain. Her huge tits bounced in their nightsilk bra. She looked around at everyone present. "Not one of you here has a cock that can satisfy me! Pathetic, to think my people have fallen so far!" She looked around at the fearful-looking night elf males, who each had unimpressive packages in their loincloths, and scowled. "Generation by generation, fuck by fuck, I will rebuild the kal'dorei. And when I'm done, every male in Teldrassil will be packing a massive dick and a huge set of virile balls! Because I'm not interested in any male unless he's got at least twelve inches of meat!"

Anduin smiled and sighed with obvious relief. The ritual of the Night Whore had been successful after all. Tyrande's mind had been restored and she was now a ball-busting, horny size-queen, the perfect person to breed her people back to where they'd once been. And, thanks to Chromie, she had another thousand years to do it.

At that point, Anduin had taken his leave from the time bubble, along with everyone else except the Forsaken and Chromie, to await the results. To say that Tyrande and the remaining kal'dorei females had outdone themselves was an understatement; only days after he left the bubble, barely time for word to reach Orath of his rebellion, an army of night elves numbering nearly a thousand had emerged. The males, no longer cucked and cowed, had restored confidence, and the females were back to their warrior-priestess selves as well, no longer addicted to dick. Even Shandris and Maiev wore the armor they had once carried as heroes, and seemed largely cured of their dick-thirst.

It was with this army, which when including the Deathguards numbered over a thousand, that he led across the sea to Stormwind, sending word to potential allies in advance. Though the fighting was fierce at the Stormwind docks, they crushed their way through hybrid forces, killing as many as they lost, until Stormwind keep was in sight. The night elves, eager to prove the redemption of their race, battled fiercely against the muscled hybrid warriors, while Lor'themar Theron and High Exarch Turalyon were happy to switch sides when they heard a rebellion was in the offing, and joined the command party. At the same time, Anduin dispatched Shaw to carry word to Greymane of the bargain, securing Sylvanas' release, and also carrying word to Saurfang and any Horde rebels that they should launch a simultaneous attack on Gallywix and any other hybrid puppet rulers in Orgrimmar and retake the city.

It all came together better than Anduin could have hoped, but in order to truly win, he would need to defeat Orath. And when they fought their way with magic and sword to the throne room, he was there waiting, with a formidable force at the ready. Jaina, in a scant blue thong and lingerie, still wielded the Staff of the Archmagi and was fiercely loyal to Orath after months and months of hard ass-fucking. Moira Thaurassian, Alexstrasza, Gelbin Mekkatorque (who had more of less given in to the depravity), Lady Liadrin, and the other two Windrunner sisters were also present and ready for battle… even if their armor was a bit more scant than before. And then there was Malfurion, who had brought Orath to power in the first place, and stood near his throne. If he was at full strength, he might be the strongest of them all!

Orath rose from his throne wearing only a loincloth, wielding a wicked-looking greatsword, a towering physical presence.

"So," he said, his voice echoing in the chamber over the din of the hybrid guards and night elf troops, who were already engaging in the hallway and side chambers. But the regulars gave the elites a wide berth, and the throne room was deserted of all other fighting. "You have come. The world of subjugation and peace I have brought is not enough. You and your kind wish only for war."

"Better war than subjugation!" Anduin cried, and lifted his father's sword, Shalamayne, and charged into the breach - but before he and Orath could clash together, the towering hybrid was attacked from the side with dagger strikes by the Night Whore herself - a rejuvenated Tyrande seeking revenge for her people. He only just barely parried the blow, and the impact of Tyrande's daggers on the flat of his runed greatsword caused sparks and boob-jiggling in equal measure.

"Whore," he growled. "Half the hybrid elite troops here are your very own sons."

"And I will kill them all," Tyrande replied. She began to gather the energies of the dark moon around her hand, but whatever spell she planned, it was disrupted by a blast of frost that sent her jumping away.

"I see your tits are even bigger now, and your ass too!" Jaina cried, shooting ice blasts at Tyrande as the tall and voluptuous night elf darted around the room. "You'll make a perfect prize for the true king of Azeroth. Jaina's blizzards tore through the ranks of the Deathguards and night elf soldiers, though Anduin shielded as many as he could, and then moved to try to disrupt Jaina's efforts. In the heat of battle, his cock was calm for once at the sight of her hourglass figure in the navy blue corset and thong of a concubine.

The battle was joined all across the room. Chromie prepared a magical sand blast to disable Gelbin's dildo-tank, yet found it burned and melted to a wave of glass in a burst of flame for Alexstrasza, her counterpart from the red dragonflight. "Why?" she squeaked, clenching her fists in exasperation.

"The mortals must prove themselves," Alexstrasza said in her usual deep and melodic voice. "And the winners shall have our stewardship." They stayed in their humanoid forms; lacking the room for anything else.

Baine faced down Gelbin's dildo-armed spidertank; the gnome had two hybrid females with him in the cockpit and seemed to be receiving blowjobs while the fight went on. Constant blasts of wax and lubricant made closing the distance difficult, but Baine managed to grab and dislocate a leg before being shot in the chest with a phallic, pink rocket and dislodged. Gelbin then began to hose him down with immobilizing Jizz-O-Foam. "You'll find this goo is super-sticky, my Tauren friend!" he cackled, but his triumph was short-lived as an explosive-tip arrow, from the bow of Nathanos Blightcaller, devastated his cockpit controls and sent him out and over the edge, hybrid whores in tow. The ignition key, attached to a bondage collar he now always wore, clanked on the floor and the tank collapsed.

Liadrin and Lor'themar Theron met with words before their swords ever crossed. "Lor'themar!" she hissed, brandishing her sword. She wore a tabard of the blood knights of Silvermoon but no other clothing besides a red thong and steel sollerets, her large breasts bulging and bouncing beneath the cloth. "I always thought you were a worthless faggot with a tiny dick! Once your rebellion is crushed I'm going to strap it on and peg you until your two drops of infertile semen drip and out and prove what a premature-ejaculating homo you are!"

"Liadrin, you cock-slurping whore!" Lor'themar retorted. "Even before this disgrace you were known for sucking every dick in Silvermoon City! There will be no place for you in the new governance of our people! You'll work at the only place where your skills are needed - in a whorehouse, snorting mana crystals and sucking the balls of visiting dignitaries!"

"Why don't you go back to sucking Halduron Brightwing's dick? Is that how you put your eye out?" Liadrin sneered. Their swords met with a mighty clash, causing a crater in the ground beneath their feet, which was only just dodged by Turalyon, who was dealing with Vereesa Windrunner in a pitched battle, avoiding arrows and deflecting them as needed.

"Alleria! Come to your senses!" called out the paladin, trying to sway his wife over to their side. Alleria remained in the back of the throne room, not engaging, only looking troubled. "You must break free from his grasp!" He moved to subdue Vereesa with a powerful blow of his sword but found his flat-bladed swing deflected by a ward of light, courtesy of Moira, who was supporting her loyalist allies from the rear - and looking especially thicc in a metal thong bikini with dark iron inlays. Alleria seemed to be the only one of Orath's harem who was not fiercely loyal. As for the others, Gallywix had already scuttled away in his spider-tank, content to wait for a winner to emerge, and then pledge loyalty to that side.

The battle raged evenly more or less, with Tyrande keeping Jaina busy and Anduin facing off against Orath. The boy king found himself overmatched by the hybrid's great strength and speed, not to mention his guile, and found himself tiring. He looked to his allies and saw them all engaged. Sweat flew from his brow as he barely deflected another earth shattering strike with a shield of light, an attack to powerful that it crumbled the masonry beneath his feet and forced him to one knee.

"You cannot defeat me," Orath boasted, smiling. "Your rebellion was for nothing." He raised his sword again and brought it down, but this time found himself stopped by Tyrande, who had darted in with cat-like quickness to take the blow with crossed daggers and upturned wrists. Sparks flew… and then her feet and calves were frozen to the ground.

"Got you," Jaina gloated. She bolstered the ice further as Tyrande struggled, and Orath raised his sword again to deliver a final blow to both Anduin and the newly-risen Night Whore. But just as his mighty arms began to descend, he found himself restrained… by a tangle of roots bursting from the stone beneath him.

"What!?" he cried, and looked around to see that it was Malfurion, making his presence felt in the battle for the first time. "Traitor!"

"I thought I lost my beloved Tyrande once, to her madness," Malfurion said. "You will not take her a second time. I raised you as a weapon of vengeance against this world that took her from me. But now, she has returned. You are no longer needed."

"Raaaaargh!" Orath strained against the roots, and his powerful body even started to move them. Jaina turned toward Malfurion, her face filled with rage, but she, too, found herself tangled in roots within a moment. Tyrande, still frozen to the floor, drew back her daggers, and Anduin readied Shalamayne in unison. In a tripartite thrust they plunged all three blades into Orath's chest.

For a moment there was no sound. Orath's face seemed to freeze, and then his mouth opened and he uttered a roar of pain and defeat. A burst of energy came from his body that fluttered hair and clothing, and the fighting in the room began to die down as all became aware of the killing blow. Turalyon and Vereesa, Lor'themar and Liadrin, Moira and Blightcaller all staid their weapons and took heed of the crucial moment. The hybrid soldiers, robbed of morale, fell under the killing blows of the night elves as they turned and ran.

"Nooooo!" came a cry, a wail of sorrow from the mouth of Jaina Proudmoore. "Emperor Orath!" She was still wrapped in Malfurion's vines. Her face filled with a mournful sexuality - she had been robbed of the ass-destroying cock of her dreams. Yet Orath wasn't dead - even with three blades buried in his chest he still drew breath.

"You… cannot… kill me," he seethed, and there was a deep bass note behind his voice. Another cry rang out, this time from the back of the room… the body of Alleria Windrunner was undergoing a transformation, such that her skin was the purplish shade of a nether beast, and a portal opened beneath her feet from which squiggling tentacles of darkness emerged. From the dark opening came the scent of deep fathoms and brine. Then, from the roiling portal came splashes of water and brine-soaked flotsam… and then a coiling, serpentine figure, a female naga rising and supporting herself on as many as six tentacle-like appendages.

Tyrande recognized the new presence. "Queen Azshara!" she cried, pulling her daggers from Orath's chest, the wounds cauterized by shadow but still certainly mortal.

"He will make a strong servant," said Azshara, and her mouth and the alien look of her twisted body seemed to promise dark delights forbidden to surface-walkers. Her upper body, her breasts, her graceful arms and cheekbones and her tangle of serpentine, tentacled hair, was alluring in spite of its alien nature. "A strong consort for me, in service to our master." And though Orath and Jaina together had been unable to thwart Malfurion's root magic, Azshara did so easily, and snaked out several tentacles to gather her chosen servant, slumped and nearly dead, taking him into her embrace. Orath's huge penis dragged on the floor between his inert thighs as she did so.

"We shall see you again, boy king," Azshara hissed, and as quickly as she had arrived through Alleria's portal, she was gone, dragging Orath with her, leaving only water and the cloying scent of the deep ocean.

In light of these strange events, none of the stalemated warriors took another swing. It was clear the battle was over. Alexstrasza stepped back and put her hands behind her back in a gesture of non-aggression. Liadrin, Vereesa and Moira dropped their weapons and knelt in surrender, with expressions ranging from the blood elf's seething, wounded pride to Vereesa's deep shame. Gelbin clawed out from under the ruins of his dildo-tank to find Baine's hoof on his back. And Jaina, who had been the foremost cause of Orath's rise, was rootbound and helpless on the ground.

She looked around plaintively as the others surrounded her - Anduin, Tyrande, Turalyon, Baine, and Blightcaller. All had been wronged, cucked, humiliated, and suffered great losses because of her ill-fated plans. Jaina gulped and looked up at Anduin. "He… Orath… he made me do it!" she insisted.

"I see no inhibitor collar around your neck," Tyrande said, glowing down. "Your actions were your own."

"And before Orath was even born, your lust for revenge doomed us all," Baine grumbled.

Jaina cried out, eyes wide. "No! It was the horde - their viciousness… something needed to be done! Surely you can't-"

But she was interrupted by the opening of a different portal, this time large and arcane. Through it stepped Aethas Sunreaver, who Jaina had once purged from Dalaran… as well as the Horde leadership - Saurfang, Thrall, and, amazingly, Sylvanas Windrunner - who despite her recent capture and abuse at the hands of Greymane, was looking rather angry and capable… though her breasts remained humiliatingly enormous thanks to the gnomish experiments suffered during her ordeal at Orgrimmar.

"Victory!" cried Saurfang. "We have retaken Orgrimmar and slain the hybrid garrison!"

"Our people will suffer the indignity of their presence no longer," Thrall confirmed.

Sylvanas said nothing, only looked down at the captured Jaina and then up to Anduin. "Our people will not easily forget what was done at Orgrimmar. A return to the old ways will mean a renewed call for war."

"Nor will we forget what was done by the Kil'Kron at Teldrassil," Tyrande replied. "I will spill the blood of generations of orcs to match the generations that suffered by your hand."

Anduin held out a hand between the two huge-breasted women. Tyrande's milk tanks were nearly as large as Sylvanas', though the banshee queen was much more petite, and thus, hers looked much more embarrassing. Tyrande, being amazonian in size, could more easily carry a pair of massive knockers… the nipples of which were threatening to burst right through her scant silk bikini. "Wait!" Anduin cried. "Anything is better than Orath's reign. But we need not fall back into the fires of war! Our peoples need respite from this madness."

"We cannot forgive what was done," Saurfang said.

"Even if he could," Sylvanas added, "I never will. Stormwind will burn!" Anduin could tell from her voice that she meant it.

"There must be a compromise that can be reached. Reparations that can be made," he said, looking down at Jaina. The blonde-haired archmage struggled against her root-filled bonds.

"N-no!" Jaina wailed. "You can't be thinking-"

"A month," Anduin offered. "And you must not kill her. For you yourself are alive… or, at least, no more dead than you already were."

Sylvanas shot him a dark look, but seemed to consider the offer. Jaina struggled more and more as it seemed she would be consigned to the Horde as a war prize.

"Anduin!" Jaina cried. "How could you do this to me? Don't you remember… how you used to favor me?"

Tyrande stood next to Anduin and wrapped her limbs around him seductively. "He has no need of you, archmage," she said, coldly. "It was you who set us on this path and turned my suffering people into breeding slaves. The first child born to me in the new time bubble was a half-kal'dorei, fair-haired and strong. I will fuck Anduin better than you ever did - as the new Queen of the Alliance."

Anduin coughed and looked at Tyrande. "W-what? You mean-"

Sylvanas smirked, and nodded toward Saurfang and Thrall. "Take her," she said, coldly, and as they reached down to gather Jaina up, she wailed out in protest. As she was taken back through the portal, Sylvanas looked back at Anduin over her shoulder.

"This peace will not last," she assured him. "This is a truce, nothing more."

"Then we use this time to work toward something more permanent," Anduin said. "A longer peace."

Sylvanas shook her head, as if she had expected no different from the soft-hearted king, and then beckoned Nathanos Blightcaller to follow her. The two of them, shoulder to shoulder, stepped through the portal and were gone.

Anduin sunk to his knees with exhaustion as soon as the portal closed. "I have… a son?" he said, his mind whirling.

"Yes," Tyrande said. "Your rape was so brutal that my eggs had no choice to submit to your human seed. Your son is a powerful warrior and scholar. And because of the time bubble, he's actually far older than you are."

There was a throat-clearing noise from the back, and Malfurion spoke up. "Uh, Tyrande, my beloved," he said. "I realize that I made… irrational decisions when I believed you lost, but I thought, rather than you becoming queen, we would-"

"How big is your dick?" Tyrande asked, impatiently.

"Err- well, it's certainly at least average for-" Malfurion stammered.

"I'll stick with Andruin," Tyrande said, cutting him off. "His human cock is quite large! Besides, after all the foolishness you've done, you don't deserve any pussy!"

Malfurion hung his head, and the room fell silent again. There seemed to be nothing left to say. Anduin rose, staggered slowly and gingerly to the vacant throne, and then sat down.

"Unghuugh!" Jaina croaked, as a swarthy, sweaty green penis, thick as her wrist, was pulled from her throat. It was not the first time such a withdrawal had happened that day or even the fiftieth; the number of orc grunts and peons who had stepped up to use her pouty, sucking mouth and protruding bubble butt were countless. She was pilloried in front of Grommash Hold, that intimidating central citadel of spiked iron, her wrists and neck in wooden stocks, her breasts exposed, her mage robes tattered and spread to show her round, thick, pale ass-cheeks to every passing member of the Horde.

Since her arrival following the truce, the had been fucked constantly by everyone and anyone who held a grudge and felt their honor needed to be satisfied. The Bank tellers and Auction masters had their turns, the grunts and elite guards, even the Archaeology trainer, sodomized her with the handle of a pickaxe and spanked her cheeks, telling her that the jiggle of her assflesh was one of the greatest discoveries in the history of Kalimdor.

Tears were running down her cheeks and her eyes rolled back with sightless sexual extremity as a lowly peon wiped his dick in her beautiful blonde hair and pulled up his ragged shorts. "Work work!" he intoned, happily, and then milked a last drop of up out of his flagging dick, directly onto Jaina's forehead.

"P-please… kill me…" Jaina moaned.

"I should kill you, for the way you dishonored our… 'warchief'," came a deep and rumbling voice. Jaina only had to search for a second in her memory to identify it - Saurfang, a powerful veteren warrior and known to have the largest cock among all of his race. Along Alliance Navy sailors, a 'Saurfang's Dick' was slang for a length of rope with two feet of slack. Jaina craned her head left and right, but couldn't see the muscled orc - he was standing behind her. However, his presence was made known in other ways - the audience of gawkers who had shown up to watch her get defiled had doubled in the past several minutes.

"However," Saurfang went on, walking around to the front of the stocks, "our treaty with your boy king says I cannot. And I do not break my word." He was dressed much as Jaina remembered him, but he threw his tabard aside and unfastened his leathers to let something fall out that to Jaina's close vantage looked like the head of a hydra. She had seen Orath's unparalleled endowment many times, and it was an intimidating weapon, but Saurfang's seemed in the moment to be nearly as large. It hung with a pendulous, half-erect weight that made it bow into an arch, the green crown was ringed with tumorous ridges like fat spikes.

"N-no!" Jaina moaned. Amidst the maelstrom of rape she'd endured in the prior day, this cock was the most intimidating she's encountered by far. "That… it'll fucking tear me apart!" Her beautiful blue eyes fixated with fear on the ponderous, bulging head as Saurfang, corded with muscle and nearly as thick across as he was wide, looked down on her without pity.

"Now, we reclaim out honor!" he roared, raising one mighty arm, and an echoing call went up from the assembled Orgrimmar crown, which was congregating around Grommash Hold. "For our families, and our ancestors!"

"No!" Jaina cried again, but then she felt a large, warm hand on her ass.

"You must endure it, Jaina," came a voice. This one was even more familiar than Saurfang, one she had heard many times at many different points in her life. A low, bass rumbling that seemed to carry both resignation and wisdom… but one that she knew from experience could rise to a battle cry in moments.

"T-Thrall?" Jaina cried, straining her neck at the stocks. "Please, you must rescue me! As you were once rescued by Alliance heroes, when you were imprisoned!" She gulped in a breath of air and added, "I was framed! What happened to Sylvanas, and the horde women… it was all Anduin's idea!"

It was indeed Thrall, but instead of answers to her desperate pleas, Jaina heard more unfastening of leathers, and the hot weight on her buttocks of a flopping dick that seemed every bit as large and brutal as Saurfang's. "Even now you lie," he admonished. Jaina could feel his big, heavy balls brushing against the inside of her thighs as she holstered his cock between the milky, white globes of her round ass. "Jaina, you have changed. As I once before saw a change in one I once trusted, and was forced to put him down."

"Garrosh!? No, I would never-"

"Shut up, whore," came a third voice, a female one, low and orcish and threatening. Aggra - Thrall's brown-skinned beloved. "Because of you I and every other orc woman was enslaved and raped. That Go'el's child still lives in my belly is a miracle… the child you wish you could have born him. I know you have long lusted after him, the truth is in your eyes."

There was a creak as the stocks were unlocked and separated, and Jaina was thrown roughly to the ground. She turned to her back and elbows, looking up at the three of them - Saurfang, Thrall, and Aggra. The first two had their massive orc cocks hanging low, two brutal devices that were larger than any she had ever seen except on Orath. Aggra was jacking Thrall's dick to hardness, her muscled, smooth, heavily-pregnant orc body looking sexy with her gravid belly bulging and her tits enlarged with stores of milk.

"Do it," Aggra hissed. "Restored the honor of the Horde and fuck that stupid bitch!"

There was nowhere to run. Jaina's arcane powers were kept in check by a suppression collar - a remnant of Orath's reign - and there were hundreds of orcs, trolls, goblins, and blood elves crowded around in every direction. Saurfang and Thrall began to circle around her like wolves ready to pounce on a kill. They reached out with great green hands to lift her, as easily as a child might lift a doll, and it was Saurfang who lifted her up from behind, holding her by the waist and letting his monster fuckstaff poke out and up between her legs, reaching all the way past her belly-button. It was quickly becoming fully engorged. He tore away the final tatters of her skirt, baring her completely, and lifted her high by placing his huge hands on the underside of her thighs. Her well-fucked, well-trained ass was every bit as thick, round and beautiful as it had been during her time as Oraths right hand, and as he suspended her, the bulbous knob of Saurfang's prick pressed into the big, moist pink triangle of her anal area and depressed it, her thick butt cheeks splitting a part to accomodate him.

"Oh fuuuuck!" Jaina moaned. She had been anally trained well by Orath, and yet the sex sessions with him had been so brutal they had nearly killed her. Saurfang was every bit the savage that Orath was, and he had the honor of a whole faction riding on the brutality of the forthcoming fuck. Jaina felt her bowels reacting, lubing themselves up, and knew it would be enough. He asshole was about to get totally destroyed… and that wasn't all. Thrall, approaching from her front, poised his curved, green fucktool at the entrance to Jaina's unwillingly wet and blushing pussy - the heavy lips engorged a deep pink to contrast with her gorgeous light skin!

"Now you get to be fucked by my husband," Aggra taunted. "Just as you always wanted. Perhaps we will send you back to your Alliance with his child in your womb - a further peace offering." Jaina looked down at the two huge prongs with fear. Orath had reshaped her body with his cock, but even the hybrid warrior-king had never fucked her at the same time as another male. Now, she was staring down at two huge orcish cocks that seemed a foot-and-a-half long and thicker than her arm!

They began to force themselves into her. Saurfang's brutal fucktool tore into her bowels, the fibrous spikes around the crown abrading her ass as he pressed in and stretched her around his girth. Thrall split the lips of her cunt and fed his monster snake inside her at the same, causing a dick-shaped bulge to appear above her mons and burrow all the way up to her belly-button and beyond. His throbbing tip, gnarled and flanged like Saurfang's, met her cervix and forced her womb upward into her guts.

Jaina's eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue fell out of her mouth as the orcs worked with grunts, their green bodies tensing with muscle. Aggra looked on and fingered herself with lust. Her body shook like a leaf in the breeze as the two muscled green males, each easily four or five times her body weight, shoved their cocks into her holes without mercy. At times, both brutalizing, hole-wrecking pricks could be seen pistoning in her guts through the membrane of her skin, and as the thrusting proceeded, her hands fell limp at her sides and she ceased trying to resist, her mind crumbling at the overwhelming sensation of being ravaged.

"Finally you get to feel my husband's cock, which you have wanted your entire life!" Aggra taunted. "Your human womb will from this day forward crave his size, and yet you will know that his tenderness and love is only for me, and you will always be nothing but a gang-raped piece of shit to him!" She crowed out laughter, reveling in her vengeance against the architect of the hybrid soldier plan, the agents of which had caused her much suffering. "I know it was you who sent warriors to fuck me until I had forgotten the love I had for my husband… but now, our bond is stronger than ever!"

"Ungghguuugh!" Jaina moaned, as the two huge orc cocks continued to piston in her guts. Saurfang and Thrall has found a rhythm equaling any they'd enjoyed on the battlefield, and the rage and ferocity of their heritage was taking over.

"If you really want to be with him, come and be part of our household. You will live at our feet and clean my asshole with your tongue every day!" Aggra spat. "You will lick my husbands balls and suck the dicks of our sons when they come of age, so they may learn that Alliance woman are nothing but whores! You will know what it's like to be a slave, as your people once enslaved my husband and you tried to enslave me!"

Jaina's mind could barely process the verbal berating she was receiving through the torrent of sensations in her guts. She clenched her teeth and tears slid from her eyes as she had a humiliating rape-gasm on the orcish cocks, slumping into ragdoll uselessness between the massive bodies of Saurfang and Thrall. It was true that, long ago, she had once looked into Thrall's blue eyes and thought she saw a future there - and even wondered what he was packing between his legs! Now, she was being made to cum in public by his huge cock, with Saurfang in her ass at the same time… being verbally abused by his wife, treated like she was lower than shit. Her brain ceased to function under the weight of the physical and mental strain and she flopped around like a skewered fish as the two warriors sawed their monster fucktools into her asshole and snatch, eventually stabbing up into her with near gut-busting force and crying out with bestial roars worthy of any great battle.

Jaina passed out, not for the first time that week or the last, with the feeling of their violation burned into her memory. After such a humiliating rapegasm at the hands of her former friend, she no longer had the will to resist.

When Jaina awoke on the seventh day of her first week, it was to the echoing, melodious tones of a banshee voice. "Open your eyes, mage." That it was Sylvanas became clear to what still passed for Jaina's mind. The Banshee Queen, wasp-waisted, petite, and looking enticing in her tight armor, nonetheless still had the enormous pair of humiliating, inflated tits that Gelbin Mekkatorgue and Alliance tinkerers had installed; a pair of massive balloons that hung all the wat to her waist and curved out with spherical bounty such that her armor had been redesigned to accomodate them.

Jaina had spent the entire previous week being raped and orgasming from those rapes. Her body was in such a state of rut that even the lowliest peons could make her cream and squirt by plowing her big, round ass. She was no longer kept in stocks and chains but rather left on the floor in a puddle of cum for any passer-by to use as they wished. Orgrimmar had become something of a pilgrimage site for Horde affiliates all over Azeroth; anyone who felt sore about the losses taken in the previous war could exhaust their frustrations by stabbing into Jaina's inviting flesh with their stiff pricks. And since Saurfang and Thrall's soul-destroying double penetration, she had become quite accustomed to that idea, begging for more dick constantly to the exclusion of most other thoughts and memories.

She should have seen Sylvanas as a threat, but the once-proud Archmage of the Kirin Tor was too cock-addled to feel anything but dumb lust. Sylvanas was standing beside a large, stitched together abomination, an amalgam of resurrected flesh favored by the Scourge and Forsaken - the hulking brute had three arms, a patchwork skin of grey concealing powerful thick muscles, and towered over them both at almost ten feet tall. Flies buzzed around the decaying hulk, which seemed to have even fewer brains than Jaina, standing around with a dumb, smiling expression as waves of stench radiated from its unwashed body.

"I'd like you to meet Grundle, your new husband," Sylvanas explained, grinning icily. "I haven't forgotten what you and your forces did to me outside these very gates - but Saurfang and his interfering traditionalists say I can't torture you to death as I want to. So I thought it would be best to make sure you live happily ever after."

The abomination had one feature different from the rest of its kind - instead of a large and gaping maw in its belly, its abdominal region was sewn completely shut, showing a large and slovenly gut that despite it's size could not obscure what hung between Grundle's legs - a huge penis, thick as both of Jaina's arms together, seemingly stitched together from multiple large samples of genitalia. Below that grotesque, zipper-stitched length and its overslung foreskin, a massive sack of balls hung down nearly to the ground, containing what seemed to be as many as three or four large testicles that were the size of human heads.

"I had our flesh-shapers make him especially for you," Sylvanas sneered. "Grundle has never been washed and as you can tell, he smells like rotten cum and shit. His cock is nearly three feet long and totally crusted with filth. As his wife it will be your job to clean it every day!"

Jaina, totally nude and with her big tits and ass bouncing, collapsed forward to hug the abomination's smelly, fly-buzzed cock and give a kiss right to the filthy urethral bulge, trailing her tongue up and down one of the many stitch-marks criss-crossing the amalgamation like veins. "Oh, thank you!" she moaned, her eyes glassy with cock-drunken brainlessness. "I'll clean all of my new husband's smelly cock cheese!"

"Grundle want to play!" the massive creature burbled, as Jaina began to make out with his filthy penis, smearing her face with the yellowish-grey filth that was hanging off of it in chunky piles. The assembled crowds watched with disgust as the former ice-queen of Dalaran, well-known among them for being an all-conquering bitch who had fucked Sylvanas with an ice dildo during the previous invasion, utterly degraded herself by filling her mouth completely with smegma and chewing it in huge, cheek puffing mouthfuls while her nostrils were clogged with the stuff as well.

"Ha! I always knew he Archmage of the Kirin Tor was a cock-cleaning piece of shit!" roared one of the grunts, and there was a cry of assent as further jeers came from the masses.

"Suck the filth off of that dick you stupid cunt!"

"Show us how an Alliance whore eats Horde cock filth!"

"Look! She loves it! Her pussy is wet!"

The latter accusation was true - Jaina's thighs were totally smeared with the evidence of her arousal; she had been fucked so far into mind broken depravity that her brain was filled with nothing but fantasies of satisfying her grey-skinned, stitched-up abomination husband.

"Nnnngh!" she moaned, though a mouthful of smegma, before tilting back her head, her slender neck bulging as she swallowed an entire mouthful of the caked on grime. "I love eating your dried cum, sweat, and piss, my beautiful amazing husband!" she cooed. She brought her tongue up under the rim of the beast's glans and slurped up another yellowing wad. Tiny insects continued to buzz around Grundle's dick, which stank like rotten cum so badly that the first rows of gawkers had to take a step back. But Jaina's nostrils only flared as she inhaled that death-musk, letting it invade and conquer her addled brain. "Nnnngh! It stiiiiiinks!"

"Tell all of Orgrimmar you name, and what you want to do," Sylvanas prompted, her face twisted into a sadistic sneer. "Confess your worthlessness and I'll let you take care of your new mate right here!" It was only with difficulty that she could cross her arms over her huge, inflated breasts - and the memory of how she'd been altered in such a humiliating way only fuelled her desire for revenge.

"I'm Jaina Proudmoore," Jaina groaned, "and I want suck and fuck Horde cocks!" Her face had a crazed expression - the full week of abuse, catalyzed by her humiliating rape-gasm at the hands of Thrall and Saurfang, had pushed her over the edge. "Horde cocks are so amazing! So much better than tiny-dicked Alliance fags!" A cheer went up from the assembled Horde at her admission, and Sylvanas threw back her head and uttered an echoing laugh.

"Hahahaha! Finally you admit the truth! Well, I think it's time for you to consummate your new marriage!" She pointed to Jaina, and Grundle leaned forward and gripped her waist with two massive hands, lifting her into the air easily. His smaller third arm, sprouting from one shoulder, reached over to helped to spin her around as he poised her, facing outward from his body, over the edge of his jutting enormous, sperm-leaking cock.

"Oh, by the Light!" Jaina moaned, looking down between her own legs. "Your cock is so wonderful, my husband! It will absolutely destroy my pussy!" The bulging organ seemed nearly as thick as her waist, and she clenched her teeth as Grundle grunted happily and began to force the warty, tumor-riddled knob against her twat, using his arms to lower her onto the length of meat. Jaina's face immediately twisted into a strained, eye-rolling look, and she clenched her teeth.

Each one of Grundle's arms could produce more force than a full-sized adult human, and so the resistance of Jaina's well-fucked pussy was overcome almost immediately. She stretched unnaturally and her belly bulged into a dick-shape as three feet of cunt-destroying meat, thick as a man's thigh, burrowed into her guts. Jaina's tongue fell out of her mouth and her midsection expanded out like she had tauren battle totem inside, pushing outward so far that it almost reached up to her chin. She was totally impaled on the abomination's cock, her womb and pussy stretched to utter uselessness, the membranes stuck to Grundle's endowment like a sleeve. Her hands and legs hung motionlessly and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the massive insertion forced all the cum she had swallowed out of her body, causing a thick jet of sperm to splatter out of her mouth and onto the ground. She also began to piss helplessly.

"Pretty wife tight!" Grundle grunted, his face brainlessly happy. Using his two huge arms he began to drag Jaina up and down his cock like she was a sex toy. "Grundle cum fast!" There were meaty churning sounds as two feet of his cock began to ram in and out of Jaina's pussy, the bulge in her guts protruding and retracting each time she was raised and lowered. Grundle's huge balls, loaded with greasy sweat and hanging low and full, seemed to twitch and tense up as the foul creature approached an orgasm.

"Grundle's three testicles are all from different reanimated beasts," Sylvanas crowed. "And the disfigured and dead sperm they produce is totally yellow and rotten. It's basically pure smegma before it even comes out of his disgusting cock! A load totally fitting for an Alliance whore!" Jaina could only gurgle and drool out more cum in response.

"Grundle cum!" roared the abomination, balls churning. He jammed Jaina down onto his cock and his urethra seemed to flex and expand outward, carrying a thick load up its length and into his 'wife'. The sound from inside Jaina was audible to the jeering, catcalling viewers - a sickening, spraying spluooooooooooooort sound - Jaina's belly immediately went from a bulging dick-shape to a sloshing sphere as gallon after gallon of rancid semen was pumped into her womb and oviducts, immediately slopping back out in a creampie from the cataclysmically-stretched entrance to her pussy. The semen was yellowish-grey and filled with uneven chunks and wads of fermented, putrefied reproductive material.

"My husband is making me cuuuuuuuuuuuuum!" Jaina moaned, brainlessly. Her belly was swollen out to a disgusting degree and sloshing with semen, her womb totally distended by the huge load. "My body is being fucked uuuuup!" Her frame was wracked by an obvious, seizure-like orgasm and she sprayed more piss all over the ground in an arc.

"The ability to bear a child was taken from me by an Alliance prince," Sylvanas sneered. "And now I'll have my revenge. Your most life-giving places are being defiled by the smelliest, thickest, most disgusting cum in Azeroth. You may have birthed many hybrids for your twisted creation, bitch, but your womb is basically a toilet now!" She threw back her head and laughed with unmistakable vengeance in her tone. "Hahahahaha!"

Grundle kept coming for nearly another minute, after which he allowed Jaina to slide off his cock and thump to the ground in a puddle of filthy semen, cradling her enormous cum-belly as she lay on one side. Grundle jacked the remaining sperm from his penis, squeezing out thick, chunky ropes of yellowish goo onto her face and tits. Sylvanas raised her arm in victory. "For the Horde!" she cried, her banshee voice echoing across the red plains. A matching cry went up from the assembled thousands. "Pick her up," she ordered Grundle. "You have to destroy her ass as well!"

The beast reached down to do just that when suddenly, an arcane portal opened not far from Grommash Hold, and out stepped a harried-looking Khadgar, leader of the Kirin Tor and apprentice to the former Guardian of Tirisfal. "Heroes!" he announced importantly, looking around. "I bring grim tidings. A new enemy rises from the deep, and only with the cooperation of the Horde and Alliance, and by gathering 169 splinters of-"

His voice trailed off. Khadgar has been in Karazhan conferring with the spirit of his master Medivh for over a year, and had no idea what had been going on. Now, he looked around to see hordes of orcs, trolls and tauren jerking off, Jaina with a huge cum-belly about to be penetrated by an abomination, and Sylvanas standing around with tits that seemed as big as zeppelins. Khadgar blinked. "Uh…what's happened in my absence?"

Sylvanas scowled. No doubt the mage would enlist her Horde in some manner of cooperative effort, as he was well-known for doing in time of strife. It seemed that, after all the conflict and turmoil, the rape of Teldrassil, the cucking of Orgrimmar, the fall of Orath's Empire... things would be going back to something like normal.